[b][color=#38b000]"Oh, thanksies!"[/color][/b] Verdant had almost forgotten the bone dagger amidst all that commotion. She couldn't afford to lose it, it's quite likely that she'll never again find herself in the circumstances that produced the single weapon that attuned so perfectly to her own power.

The serpent deftly tested the bleached-ivory weapon, flicking and spinning it with well-practiced ease as her tail swished with excitement behind her. The enchantment didn't seems like it changed the physical aspect of it, but she could feel the concept now embedded into its existence. A patient yet lethal aspect, its purpose steadily resonating into her whole being.

[b][color=#38b000]"Shrive. Sunder. Sever. Ooh yes, we'll achieve great things together, you and I."[/color][/b]

Whoops, she's whispering all insidiously evil. Hope no one listened in too closely.

[b][color=#38b000]"Ugh. Well, guess that's the only exit the curator doesn't outright control. Between evil cursed room and murderous djinn... bleh, cursed room it is."[/color][/b] Verdant said rather plainly, not even bothering to hide her distaste. So what if Arcan possibly overheard? She had made her opinion clear enough. [b][color=#38b000]"So, let's get moving? The sooner the better, yep."[/color][/b]